Endo What

When I was diagnosed with endometriosis one year and a half after I was diagnosed with MS, I was surprised to learn that, unlike MS, endometriosis is not a rare disease. Yet there’s less talk about endometriosis, and there is for sure less research into finding a cure or finding ways to improve the lives of millions of women around the world. I was taken aback by how little is currently being done to understand what causes it, why and how it develops and how it can be prevented or managed once it’s settled. It’s like doctors just decide to cut you up to remove the endometriosis tissue, send you home, and do it all again when more unwanted tissue grows. Like we were needle felting pads or something.

Below is the trailer of Endo What, a documentary aiming to raise awareness to some of these issues. And take a look at this insightful Guardian article which lets you know more about it. And then let’s all say “Enough already!”

It’s back

I’m afraid I still don’t have good news *sigh*. While last year my ultrasounds revealed no sign of endometriosis tissue, now the mass is back, attached to my left ovary as it used to be, as it definitely shouldn’t be. So far it’s still tiny in size so the doctor who examined me told me not to worry about it too much, that probably my gyno will only change the birth control pill I’m taking to another one that’s stronger and see what happens. But still… sigh…


Dear friends,

I haven’t been around much, and I’m sure I’ve been missing some of your posts. Unfortunately, it wasn’t because I found a new job, the man of my dreams or went on a trip. It’s because I’ve been dealing with a lot lately.

First, I caught the flu before Easter. Three days with temperature were enough to set me back completely. Although after a week on the outside I displayed no more symptoms, I suspect on the inside it took a lot longer for my immune system to deal with it because my fatigue levels skyrocketed. And that’s bad because my normal fatigue levels are usually pretty high. The last three weekends were spent just sleeping. Couldn’t read, couldn’t write, couldn’t do anything for college. Continue reading